Although the Idol of Chaos tried to stop the attack with its hand, Ming Yue's dagger cleaved through. It cut right between the finger, carving into the hand and through the arm.
"What?! What just happened?"
She immediately retreated as half of the Idol's arm was sliced off. It fell, slowly vanishing as the lightning died out.
And suddenly, the Idol of Chaos screamed out loud. But it was not the voices of the Hundun clan that cried out in pain.
Rather, it was a single voice, one that was very familiar but not what Ming Yue was expecting.
"Agh, curse you! To think this body would be injured by you again! But it matters not, it is done! I have taken over!"
The pain was ignored as a sense of victory and joy overwhelmed it. But for Ming Yue, it was shock.
"That's not the Dai Mian's voice, that's the disciple!" she realized in an instant.
Xuan Yin and the others soon arrived with Yu Zhen brandishing her saber.
